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亲爱的朋友们，大家好！欢迎来到今天的特别节目。在这炎炎夏日，骄阳似火，热浪滚滚，但大家的热情却比这夏日的温度还要高涨，我是你们的主持人帼英
在这个充满活力与激情的季节里，我们相聚于此，共同开启一场文字与声音的奇妙之旅。夏天，或许总是伴随着炎热与烦躁，高温让我们时常感到疲惫和不安。然而，在我们的记忆深处，却总有那么一份清凉与温馨，如同一股清泉，静静地流淌在我们的心间。
接下来，让我们一同走进今天的精彩内容。今天，为我们带来精彩朗诵的是世界文学联盟黑天鹅朗诵团，他们将一同诵读海泊的作品——《妈妈手中的那把蒲扇》。在这酷热难耐的伏天里，让我们静下心来，跟随作者的笔触，穿越时光的隧道，回到那个充满母爱的童年夜晚。去感受那轻柔的晚风，去聆听妈妈温柔的呢喃，一同感受妈妈手中那把蒲扇带来的爱与温暖。
妈妈手中的那把蒲扇
作者/海泊
又到了炎热的酷夏，
又到了“知了”不停叫唤的伏天。
这些日子里的夜晚，
燥热得让人有点儿心烦，
不知怎样才能躲过这一火神关。
可记得，
我们的童年，
也是这样的夜晚，
横七竖八地躺在炕上，
热得翻來覆去的不能进入睡眠。
正是在那个時间，
妈妈总会手握一把发黄的蒲扇，
不断地围着我们，
來回來去地搧了一圈又一圈，
让一阵一阵地清风轻拂过我们，
驱赶走蚊子，
消除心里的不安，
搧散身上浸出的热汗，
使我们感到一阵阵地凉意，
渐渐地合上了双眼，
享受着睡梦的香甜。
整整一个夜晚，
妈妈手中的蒲扇並没怎么停歇，
直到公鸡打鳴，
一絲凉气降临了地面，
那把蒲扇方才垂下头來，
悄悄的倚靠在了炕沿。
现今有了空调，
有了较为宽敞的房间，
不再害怕酷暑的夏天，
也不再恐惧热浪的席卷。
可每每到了这一日子
到了酷暑难熬的夜晚，
我的眼前，
总会晃动着妈妈手中的那把蒲扇。
那把蒲扇虽已破旧发黄，
扇面上用煤油灯的浓烟，
熏出的园黑黑的“风”字，
也不时的在我脑海里显现。
模模糊糊地黑夜里，
我又能看见，
在那遥远地天边，
妈妈仍在不停地挥动着那把蒲扇，
把一阵阵凉风送到我的身边。
让我继续享受着清风吹來的舒爽，
仿佛又回到了那童年时的夏天。
如今又到了这暑热难耐的酷夏，
空调再是凉爽，
功能再是齐全
清风再是循环，
我心里却总是念叨着，
这些，
哪能比得上妈妈手中的那把蒲扇！…
……2024.07.23.初稿。
亲爱的朋友们，在这炎炎夏日，我们相聚于此，一同感受了文字与声音交织的魅力。那深情的朗诵仿佛让我们看到了童年时妈妈手中轻轻摇动的蒲扇，感受到了那份无微不至的关爱和沁人心脾的清凉。
夏天，总是充满着炎热与烦躁，但在我们的记忆深处，却总有一份清凉与温馨。那是妈妈的爱，如同夏日里的清风，永远陪伴着我们。
今天，世界文学联盟黑天鹅朗诵团为大家同体诵海泊的作品《妈妈手中的那把蒲扇》。在这酷热的伏天里，我们一起跟随作者的笔触，回到了那个充满母爱的童年夜晚。相信这份爱与温暖已经深深地印刻在我们的心中，成为我们在这个夏天最珍贵的回忆。
感谢大家的聆听，也感谢世界文学联盟黑天鹅朗诵团的精彩演绎。愿大家在这个夏天都能感受到爱的力量，收获满满的幸福与清凉。朋友们，下期节目再见！
英文版
Gold-medal Hostess Guoying
Dear friends, hello everyone! Welcome to today's special program. In this scorching summer, the sun is blazing, and the heat waves are rolling, but everyone's enthusiasm is even higher than the temperature of this summer. I'm your hostess Guoying
In this season full of vitality and passion, we gather here to jointly embark on a wonderful journey of words and sounds. Summer may always be accompanied by heat and annoyance. The high temperature often makes us feel tired and restless. However, deep in our memories, there is always such a coolness and warmth, like a clear spring, flowing quietly in our hearts.
Next, let's step into the wonderful content of today together. Today, the ones bringing us the wonderful recitation is the Black Swan Recitation Team of the World Literature Alliance. They will jointly recite the work of Haibo - "The Cattail Leaf Fan in Mother's Hand". In this sweltering dog days, let's calm down, follow the author's brushstrokes, pass through the tunnel of time, and return to that childhood night full of motherly love. Let's feel the gentle evening breeze, listen to the gentle murmur of mother, and jointly feel the love and warmth brought by the cattail leaf fan in mother's hand.
"The Palm-leaf Fan in Mother's Hand"
...Haipo
It's the hot and sweltering summer again,
It's the dog days when cicadas keep chirping.
On these nights,
The heat makes one a little annoyed,
Not knowing how to get through this fiery pass.
Do you remember,
In our childhood,
On such nights too,
Lying all over the kang in disarray,
Too hot to fall asleep, tossing and turning.
It was at that time,
Mother would always hold a yellowish palm-leaf fan in her hand,
Constantly around us,
Fanning back and forth in circles,
Letting the gentle breeze blow over us in waves,
Driving away mosquitoes,
Dispelling the unease in our hearts,
Fanning away the hot sweat oozing from our bodies,
Making us feel coolness in waves,
Gradually closing our eyes,
Enjoying the sweetness of sleep.
The whole night,
The palm-leaf fan in mother's hand hardly stopped,
Until the rooster crowed,
A trace of coolness descended to the ground,
Then the palm-leaf fan lowered its head,
Quietly leaning against the edge of the kang.
Nowadays, there are air conditioners,
There are more spacious rooms,
No longer afraid of the hot summer,
Nor afraid of the heat waves.
But whenever it comes to this day,
To the unbearable hot nights,
Before my eyes,
There always sways the palm-leaf fan in mother's hand.
Although that palm-leaf fan is old and yellowish,
The round and black "wind" character,
Smoked by the thick smoke of the kerosene lamp on the fan surface,
Also appears in my mind from time to time.
In the hazy dark night,
I can see again,
In the distant horizon,
Mom is still constantly waving that cattail leaf fan,
Sending gusts of cool breeze to my side.
Let me continue to enjoy the refreshing coolness brought by the gentle breeze,
As if returning to that summer of my childhood.
Now it's this sweltering and unbearable hot summer again,
No matter how cool the air conditioner is,
No matter how complete its functions are
No matter how circulating the gentle breeze is,
I always keep murmuring in my heart,
These,
How can they compare to the cattail leaf fan in mom's hand! ...
...... 2024.07.23
